You make fear and hearbreak sound so good... even feel so good.

Beautiful song. Always with lyrics to think about... while we enjoy the music with beautiful arrangements... what more can we ask of Ryu, right?...

love the song! But your writing is really top notch!!!!

lyrics really good topical and introspective

Singer - Jane Mut /  Producer and lyrics by Medi Terraza https://soundcloud.com/mediterraza

Lost in My Dream -  Jane Mut - Indie, Folk, Pop, Singer, Songwriter

### **Poncho & Lefty** - The Existential Outlaw Tango

Dive into the $eattle underworld with "Poncho & Lefty," a sidewalk busker’s narrative dripping with raw, unfiltered Americana. JTSunrise channels the spectral essence of Townes Van Zandt, a man ensnared in the mortality of his own existence. This track is a descent into the realm of psychic novelty where destiny and despair coalesce.

### Townes Van Zandt: The Shadow Poet

In the fragmented dreamscape of America, Townes Van Zandt emerges as a spectral figure, a troubadour wandering the wastelands of his own mind. Born into privilege, but shackled by the spectral weight of his demons, Van Zandt’s life is a mosaic of brilliance and catastrophe. His music, a cathartic exorcism of his soul, is a testament to the eternal struggle between light and shadow.

"Poncho & Lefty" is the epitome of this dichotomy. First recorded in 1972, the song weaves a tale of two outlaws, bound by fate and shattered by betrayal. The narrative, steeped in myth and reality, is a melancholic reflection of Van Zandt’s own journey through the desolate corridors of existence. Willie Nelson and Merle Haggard later immortalized the track, but its dark heart remains rooted in Van Zandt’s tortured genius.

### The Subterranean Odyssey

With JTSunrise at the helm, "Poncho & Lefty" becomes an auditory hallucination, a journey through the liminal spaces where morality dissolves into the guitar ether. Picture Poncho, the charismatic ghost, and Lefty, the betrayer, navigating a labyrinth of dust and shadows. Their story, a kaleidoscope of existential angst, mirrors the fractured reality of our own lives.

Let the spectral echoes of "Poncho & Lefty" transport you to a dimension where the lines between hero and villain blur into oblivion. 🌅🎸

[Verse 1]

C
Living on the road my friend
G
Was gonna keep you free and clean
F
Now you wear your skin like iron
     C                   G
Your breath's as hard as kerosene
F
You weren't your mama's only boy
        C               F
But her favorite one it seems
Am                        F        G
She began to cry when you said goodbye
    F              Am
And sank into your dreams


[Verse 2]
C
Pancho was a bandit boys
G
His horse was fast as polished steel
F
Wore his gun outside his pants
   C                      G
For all the honest world to feel
F
Pancho met his match you know
       C               F
On the deserts down in Mexico
Am                        F        G
Nobody heard his dying words
    F              Am
That's the way it goes


[Chorus]

F
All the federales say
C                       F
They could have had him any day
Am                F     G
They only let him hang around
       F             Am
Out of kindness I suppose


[Verse 3]
C
Lefty he can't sing the blues
G
All night long like he used to
F
The dust that Pancho bit down south
 C            G
Ended up in Lefty's mouth
F
The day they laid poor Pancho low
C                F
Lefty split for Ohio
Am                F        G
Where he got the bread to go
      F               Am
There ain't nobody knows


[Chorus]

F
All the federales say
C                       F
They could have had him any day
Am                F     G
They only let him slip away
       F             Am
Out of kindness I suppose


[Verse 4]
C
The poets tell how Pancho fell
G
Lefty's livin' in a cheap hotel
  F
The desert's quiet and Cleveland's cold
   C           G
So the story ends we're told
F
Pancho needs your prayers it's true,
        C                F
But save a few for Lefty too
Am                   F      G
He just did what he had to do
   F              Am
Now he's growing old


[Chorus]

F
A few old gray federales say
C                       F
They could have had him any day
Am                F     G
They only let him go so long
       F             Am
Out of kindness I suppose

Poncho & Lefty

White moon

Tonight, a star fell and destroyed a town into tiny pieces.
People slipped down history and headed for the abyss.
Politicians talk about territory, and investors talk 
about profit.
The soldiers talk about their bad luck, and the citizens could say nothing more.

A white moon is visible in the southeast.
It's not often visible in the daytime, but it's there.

The basement is not a very comfortable place.
It's dark, damp and cold, but at least it's safe.
People are waiting for their doom while sipping on cold soup.
There is someone thinking about the down jacket they left at home.

A white moon is visible in the southeast.
It's not often visible in the daytime, but it's there.

A song to celebrate someone's birthday.
It's resounding with a roar.
Terrible feedback noises.

Everyone has their own goals and probably their own opinions.
But I can't understand those at all, and I'm only watching the TV news.
With the latest technology, even wars can be broadcast live.
We can enjoy it from the comfort of our own homes.

A white moon is visible in the southeast.
It's not often visible in the daytime, but it's there.

The world was supposed to be saved when a baby boy was born tonight.

white moon

Hey guys! Wow it's been a long time since I've posted. I've tried changing up my sound a bit, so I hope you guys enjoy! Let me know your thoughts/opinions down below. Any support is greatly appreciated (this song is also on spotify, apple music, etc)

Coasting

Z-Praseodymium

Dear friends, I sit here philosophizing and thinking about how wonderful it is to have all our senses.
Unfortunately, it can happen that you lose one of them. So sad!

That we have

There are many, many things that we have
we are able to see with our eyes
and we can hear what people say - to us
and we hope that it’s nice - what they say
and bulliing is not what we want to hear
we want to listen to nice words - by this way our world will be a pleasant place to have  
we maybe lose our vision and maybe our ears as well


We are lucky if we can feel the scents of spring.
when there are many, many flowers around
and when the dew in the meadows
offer us a lovely event
these feelings are for all us people
whereever we may be - by this way our world will be a pleasant place to have  
we maybe lose our vision and maybe our ears as well

 
We can listen to the voices of our kids
they are so full of expectations for the days
that lies ahead for the young folks
they are full of life in their minds
they can’t see any troubles with enemies
even if there are threats- by this way our world will be a pleasant place to have  
we maybe lose our vision and maybe our ears as well

That We Have - 2025-02-09 12.03 (Lyrics in description)

MIX/MASTER - Mariosyjp

LYRIC

On the morning of July fifth
Year of seventeen seventy six
Did our fathers - our forefathers -
Wonder what first to fix

We the people it was stated
In declaring ourselves free
If you owned land as a white man
You were counted in that ‘we’

A new nation on that morn 
Saw its first sunrise 
A union by agreement 
Forged in trial and compromise

Each July 4, we grill hotdogs
And shoot fireworks across the skies
The next day we’re left with ashes
And a dream to realize
From July 5 1776

July 5, 1776

Produced by Lemonbrew @user-297959700🍋Thomas Mierkiewicz 
Vocals by Kate Stanton 2/18/2025
Written by Roger Waters & David Gilmour

I had SO much fun singing this reimagined dream pop version of such an iconic song!! Thank you, Lemonbrew!

Comfortably Numb (Lemonbrew & Kate Stanton)

Ronnie  n'est pas fictif. Il vient d'équateur, avec un fort accent, je ne saisis pas toujours tout. Il est tout mon contraire; il va vers les gens, il aime tout le monde, il est d'une grande gentillesse, toujours prêt à aider. Je devrais m'en inspirer. Bon, pour le moment il m'a inspiré une chanson.

Qui vient perturber
Ma grisaille adorée 
Mon quotidien morose

Bien trop poli
Bien trop d'empathie 
Pour être honnête, du moins je suppose

Ne pas s'attarder 
Ce faux air enjoué 
Non je n'ai pas confiance

Faut-il esquiver
Ou faire demi-tour avec prudence

Je regarde ailleurs 
Par mépris ou par peur
Pourtant

Il a ce sourire débordant de joie
Chaque fois qu'il t'aperçoit

Il voit la vie telle qu’on ne la voit pas
Vision très naïve parfois

Par quelle ironie 
Son accent pas d'ici 
Plein d'arrondis et de glucose

Atteint l’empathie
Sommeillant chez moi la porte close.

Saturne ou Lima
Lapz ou Proxima

De quelle pluie est tombé cet être étrange ?
Pourquoi sa joie de vivre me dérange ?
Ici c'est ambiance aime-haine, western,
Et chacun pour soi
Mais que s'écorne mon âme terne
Et que la couleur soit

Il cherchait l'ami, je cherchais l'endroit 
Où l'on ne me trouverait pas

Si tu veux t'enfuir, lui te tend les bras
Comment faire le poids, tu vois

Il a ce sourire débordant de joie
Chaque fois qu'il t'aperçoit

Il voit la vie telle qu’on ne la voit pas
Avec nos esprits trop étroits 

Moi qui ne vois qu'en gris 
Que la couleur soit


Ronnie

Hindi Basta Basta

The Barguest Coach. Pete Dymond

I'm making songs at midnight in my room. I play acoustic guitars, synthesizers, and I sing.

white moon

Ryu.

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